what a weekend

Most people when you say “Oh god what a weekend” think of the social side of life, however, in the catering industry normally means a busy weekend has just past.

We had a Tinkers wedding, Irish Gypsies. Let’s get it straight, they are not normal people, they do not know how to behave in a hotel, besides that they have legs arms and body just like you and me.
They inform you that they have invited 100 and of course 200 turn up, along with about 20 little monsters called children. The children move in packs and into every open door with fingers gliding over anything that is not screwed down. They have no respect for parents or any human being and have the most vulgar mouths. It was a full time job keeping the children of 6yrs to 11yrs under control and I can tell you whether it was a 6yr old or 11yr old it really did not make any difference, they were all as BAD as each other. From 2.30pm to 2.30am in the morning constantly on our guard. By 11pm I could not look at these children as children any more and at one point one 11yr old tipped me over the edge, I went for him, I picked him up by his shirt collar put him against the wall and told him in his own language that I would smash his face in if he caused me or my staff any more grief. A little 6yr old along with three other boys told me I **** could not do that and he was going to **** tell his father. As I had spoken to all their parents about the problem on numerous occasions I could not care.
I feel bad about holding a child by the collar but I long past thinking that they were children. One of my staff from Poland said to another member of staff the children were worse than animals, animals have more respect.

So you see 20% of the party spoiled it for the Tinkers because although there was two fights and they totally ignored me at closing time to go home for two hours they were honourable people, as soon as there was trouble five or six of the larger man were in there to stop the fight and apologise for the disturbance.
On the second fight both parties would not stop trying to have a pop at each other, again five or six big Irish men tried to cool things down and it wasn’t until the senior granny, old and wrinkle gets up and stands between the two guys fighting that things started to get out of hand. Granny was told to sit down by the biggest and tallest Irishman then five big Irish men pick both of them up took them out to the car park ripped their shirts off them and then made a circle around both of them and a boxing match started. It last 4 mins one bloody nose and it was all over. I was assured on both occasion that they would look after the situation and they did.

Oh course there is more about the wedding but I have bored you lot enough.